This is a little Wren piece I wrote last month and almost did not share it. As you can see in the piece I am feel stressed and so, Wren is stressed too :-) I decided to share it becuase maybe one of you is feeling like Wren and maybe this piece will speak to you.
Wren scrunches her toes in the sand, trying to push her cares away. She closes her eyes, tilting her head back as the breeze runs across her bare shoulders. All she can hear is the pounding of the ocean waves. The sound rises and rises, then carries all of life’s worries away into the sea. For life this past spring has had its challenges. Two baby calves died unexpectedly. This is a part of dairy life but is still sad. Lily’s heart was especially broken. She had stayed up all night caring for those babies, putting all her love into them. It is hard when love is not enough to save someone or something.
Spring also has brought flooding rains. Rain is good but not when it floods out fields and gardens. The vegetable garden had to be replanted three times. With the cold, gray weather everything is tiny and struggling to grow. Wren is trying not to let visions of a bare root cellar next winter panic her.
Métier Adornments is doing well with lots of custom orders for items like lace encrusted scarves and knitted mini clutches. But it seems lately every customer’s wants changes with the breeze. One day pale pink, then next day after lace has been dyed, no, a deep rose would be better. Mary about gave up when Mrs. Crampton called to ask if she could redo the length of the selves on the knitted jacket, even though they had discussed the length five times.
Lily has hit a bump in her math and spelling. These are areas she has always struggled with but lately it seems like she has forgotten all she has learned since September. Mary is panicking that Lily seems to not be keeping up. Wren feels Lily is on the verge of a growth spurt and sometimes one seems to go backwards before jumping forward. Mary is trying to trust the learning process and Wren but “this homeschooling” is still so new to her.
Wren keeps checking off her list of worries over and over in her head. Why does it seems like little stress come all at once and then rolls themselves into one big stress? Each of these problems in themselves would not overwhelm her but put all together and Wren is ready to call defeat.
This is why Wren is standing on the beach wiggling her toes in the sand. Both Devlin and she need a break from life. So Devlin whisked them both off to the sea. He walks up from the ocean’s edge with a perfect silver dollar. “Here, I found this for you. They say the star shape represents the Star of Bethlehem. A reminder that God watches over us, like He did for His son.”
Wren thought of what it must have been like for Mary, being nine months pregnant riding on a mule every day. The worry, the stress and pain she must have endured? To be away from her family, the fear of going into labor any minute with only Joseph for help! All Wren would have wanted if she was Mary was to be in her own bed, surrounded by the comfort of her own home with the people who loved her. What faith and courage it must have taken Mary! It puts ones every day struggles in perspective.
Wren looks up into Devlin’s dark eyes, a place she gets so lost in. She is not alone, just like Mary was not alone. Wren has Devlin, like Mary had Joseph. They both have God who will give them the strength when they need it. Who will also give them the respite when they need it? Yes, today is a time of rest, a time to letting go of have-to’s. A day for setting aside troubles. She grabs Devlin’s hand. “Let’s go enjoy the peach pie I made with pistachio crust my love.”